My name is Charlie Moores. I'm a 3rd year University student studying psychology and I guess you could say I have super powers.
I don't know where they came from or why I have them but I have the power to have my mind leave my body and enter another's. It might not sound that cool, but trust me it is. When I enter another mind I can see through their eyes and I can feel everything they feel.
Last month when I first discovered I had this power I did what any sane person would do, find the most attractive girl in class and hide in her mind when she was changing for the gym or getting in the shower.
Rachel Carver was whose mind I was camping in the past month. She's a tall, skinny and well-tanned brunette with a pair of beautiful round and natural, C-cup tits, topped with perfectly sized dark nipples.
When I first stepped into her mind she wore too much makeup and kept her hair up. As I watched through her eyes when showering, I saw her wild jungle of dark pubes.
While in her mind I learned that I could hear all of her thoughts, I also experimented with trying to give her my thoughts. When in the shower I made her think about where to wash next and I could hear her own thoughts fighting me, she was questioning why she was thinking these things.
After a little time I learned that I had to be subtle, I couldn't just make her think about running through campus naked after a day. I needed to slowly wear her down and make her think she was slowly getting more and more perverted on her own.
Firstly, what I did was slowly have her wearing less and less makeup every day. On top of that, I made her think about serious skin care treatment for a face that had gotten little to no care in years. It took some time for her pale and spotty skin to clear up, but after giving her the correct thoughts she looked so much more beautiful than before.
Her skin is still flawed from the bad acne issues she had, but it is much healthier. Her silky hair is no longer tied back and is freely flowing. Her pussy is shaven clean and is very smooth and nice to look at. I even managed to plant the idea of getting a nipple piercing which she went through with. I was in her mind as it happened and wasn't particularly a fan of the sudden pain to what felt like my own nipple.
I can enter her mind whenever I want to now. She looks incredible, especially after I have put it into her mind to spend an extra hour at the gym each day. I still need to go back into her mind now and then to ensure she sticks to her new lifestyle, to keep her under the assumption that she thinks this is her own idea.
Having said that, Rachel was just an experiment to test the limits of my powers and to help Rachel unveil her real beauty. Now it's time for the real thing. Now it's time to see how far I can push my beautiful Professor.
Monday morning and I got to campus early; class didn't start until 9 so I made sure I was able to make it to Katherine Whitehall's office before class started. With a paper due, in less than a month I made sure to write up a rushed draft to show to her for any improvements. I learned early on I need to touch the person I want to slip into before I can do it for the first time.
8 in the morning and I approached her office door, through the small window I saw her red jacket hung on the hook on the door, blocking my view of the interior of her office. She was always on campus early; usually she was the first professor on campus, which make my later plans a lot easier.
I knocked thrice on the door and waited. I could hear her heels on the polished floor as she walked towards the door. When it opened I was greeted with the view of a pale skinned beauty. She was wearing a buttoned light blue blouse with a dark cardigan draped over her shoulders. Lower down was a black pencil skirt that ended just below her kneecaps, further down was a pair of dark, semi-transparent leggings and her feet were in sensible 2 inch black heels.
She might be harsh at times, but she does like to try to stay equal to us as we are all adults now. So she doesn't mind it if we call her by her first name and not a superficial title. "Morning Katherine" I said happily to her while holding the rushed paper in my left hand at my side. "Could I get a little help with this paper please?" I raised the 6 pages up in front of me.
This next part was going to be torture and I knew it. One of the things that made a lot of other students hate her was how brutally honest she was when you did something wrong in your work.
She smiled at me and took the paper from my hand, "Sure thing Charlie, we'll need to be quick though, I have class in an hour." It took everything in me not to laugh at the obvious innuendo.
For the next 50 minutes I sat writing notes I wasn't going to use for a paper I knew was no good. I had to sit there and listen to Katherine mumble, "What is this?" "How the fuck would you do that?" "Fucking Hell, proof read." And that was the nice stuff. Once she finished reading the horribly constructed paper she tossed it on the floor and turned to me.
Katherine rubbed her head as if suffering a headache and sighed. She looked at me and said, "Okay, you need to start again." She picked up a pen and paper and wrote down the names of some books I should look up before attempting to write it again. Before she gave me the paper again she had a full 20-minute rant over how I completely ignored her lectures and that if I had wiped my dirty arsehole with it she would have had a better time reading it.
When I stood up to leave she remained sitting and turned to her desk. "It would be in your best interest not to attend class today. Please go to the library and read those books I have suggested for you." I looked down at the list of 23 titles and I already knew I was going to punish her for this as soon as I had her in my clutches.
She looked at the expensive watch on her wrist and stood up suddenly. "This took longer than I expected, you've made me late for class now because of that... let's call it an early draft. Please read those books and come back with something I can actually read."
My blood was starting to boil, I knew it was bad, but she was not holding back. I swallowed my anger however and extended my hand to the professor. "Thank you for your help. I'll bring you a better draft next week." I said with a forced smile on my face.
She took my hand and shook it. There it was, the initial human contact required for my plan to start. In the few seconds where our hands were touching I was able to establish the mental connection needed to enter her mind whenever I wished it.